"Listen here, honey, you are going to keep your mouth shut and your head down for the rest of the meeting if you don't want your head decorating my living room."

Lilith Ollison sat back in her chair, eyes open wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but didn't dare. It wouldn't be the first time the President beheaded a Gamemaker simply for a dull idea. Lilith did not want to be her next victim.

"Madame President," murmured a lanky, balding man who Lilith recognised as one of the President's closest… acquaintances. Not friends. The President was not a woman who had manyㅡif anyㅡfriends. "Do not reject Gamemaker Ollison's idea so quickly. I believe she is on to something."

The President's eyes gleamed with rage. "Balthazar, I only ask you once. I did not ask for your input, so kindly shut the hell up. Thank you."

"Heloise, be reasonableㅡ"

"Madame Romille to you."

Balthazar exhaled, turning to the table of assembled Gamemakers. "By a raise of hands, who here supports Lilith's suggestion?"

A total of nine hands went up. More than half of the Gamemakers had raised their hands. The crowd was in favor.

"Madame, the people have spoken."

Heloise glared around the room. Most flinchedㅡthey were the sane ones. Everyone knew that the President had supreme power. They could be sentenced to death with all but a single flick of her perfectly manicured fingers.

To her surprise, Lilith stood. Her head was on the line here, quite literally. She was being stupid, risking her life for just one idea, but she was shaking from the adrenaline of the moment and couldn't find it in herself to stay silent. "President Romille," she began breathlessly. "You were wrongly denied of presidency several times before simply for being a woman. Panem believed such an honor should not be bestowed on the "less superior gender"." She could see the President's face whiten with rage, but kept talking. Why did she keep talking? "Yet you proved to this entire country your ruthlessness. Your power. Your ability to dominate. You squashed any fire of rebellion the districts may have had. Now, I ask you… surely you would allow me to return the favor with my idea for the Quell? To allow me to follow in your footsteps?"

The room was quiet. Then, slowly, shyly, a Gamemaker started clapping. Then another, and another, until the entire room applauded. Balthazar smiled slightly. "Well said, Gamemaker Ollison, well said."

But Lilith didn't hear the applause. She didn't hear anything. She was focused on President Romille, waiting.

At last she stood. But instead of uttering something, she nodded curtly at Lilith, grabbed the files containing her ideas, and left.

The room was silent for a minute. Then, softly, a Gamemaker spoke. "What was in the plans, Lilith?"

Lilith smiled. "Oh, let's just say that this year is going to be something to remember."


"ㅡand so, Panem, please welcome to the stage your very own Lilith Monroe Ollison!"

Lilith stepped up to the stage, flashing the cameras a smile. She prayed that she wouldn't trip on her heels or throw up from her nerves. "Why, thank you." She turned her attention to the audience of Capitolites gathered before her. "As some of you may know, Head Gamemaker Finch retired. By the election of the party of Gamemakers, I have been elected as the new head. I'm very lucky to be starting out on such a marvelous year: the year after Seventh Quarter Quell! Last year, to remind the rebels that they abandoned their children by initiating a revolution, a set of parents was selected from each district. Now the Quell has passed, and many are disappointed that the fun is over. The year after a Quell is always dull and boring, isn't it?

"This year, I am breaking out of the mold. The reapings will proceed as a normal year, but not to fear! Tributes will not die normal, natural, boring deaths. No, this year's arena will be very unique. And this I can promise you: these Games will be written on every calendar of Panem forever, a horror story signed with blood."


Welcome one and welcome all to the 176th Annual Hunger Games! (kudos to anyone who already knew the year) Let us begin, and may the odds be ever in your made-up character's favor!

Rules really quick:

please PLEASE no Mary Sues

I need long, detailed submissions. It's pretty much first-come first-serve, but not to the point where a two-sentence form will be accepted so

you can submit up to five tributes

ONLY PM

And that's it. So.

Oh, also Lilith didn't get to this yet but I'll need like a committee of five people. PM me if you're interested. I'll explain why later, or rather Lilith will.

Here have the form, it's a teensy bit different than most forms but

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Sexuality:

Appearance (people never give enough detail for my other SYOTs so I'm doing it differently)

Approximate height:

Skinny? Not-so skinny?:

Hair color:

Eye color:

Skin tone:

Birthmarks/scars:

Faceclaim (optional but preferred):

Other: (not optional! stuff about their opinion on themselves, random things like freckles, etc. )

Personality:

Backstory:

Family

Mother?

Father?

Grandparents?

Siblings?

Extended family?

Family connections?

Friends:

Special someone?:

Reaping

Reaped/Volunteered:

Reaction/Reason:

What they'd do before it:

Token:

Any special farewells you want included?

How would they dress?

Training

Allies?

What they'd focus on:

Weapon of choice (like a physical weapon):

Mental weapon of choice: (basically their biggest strength)

Predicted training score:

More:

Quote:

Word that describes them:

Weaknesses:

Strengths:

Games strategy:

Opinion of Capitol:

Interview angle:

Why should they be the ones who win?:

Anything else that you want to include:

So good luck and submit on!